Timely, and distinguished by the method of arrival.

Traveling by subway or traveling by gold-edged chariot.

The entrance may be by the west or south doors, the seat may be the outer circle tables or the center of the spiral.

There are those occasions where we would like to have Salvador Dali’s opinion.

Rarely do we ask a cab driver, when in fact that knowledgeable courier of people would likely have the answer.

Climbing out of a large mound of Hershey’s kisses or Cadbury’s twirls – depending on where in the world – has career prospects that are merely today, tomorrow and gone.

We see why the branches creek under the weight of suspicion, even though they are handing out fortunes and drugging fortune-tellers.

Being a government employee can be drab and dreery, yet sometimes suprisingly cheery.

Melting.

Simple mathematics led us to the river.

Calculations run through the village – time, beer and vegetables keep it steady.

We and they, play fair on even days of the month. The other days are non-play ones so it’s OK.

Some communities are different and then the others are yet again…different.

Perhaps we can buy an island together.

I’ll be happy to listen to this rhythm and melody for hours, and no drugs, no coffee, no electrodes.

Oh come on now…you really thought…?

All we are doing here is ironing linen shirts, enormous Texas-King sized sheets and silk socks. We do have to dress for impact and tact.

With tacit approval for our funding, we will go to the deep discount palaces and seek the best from the orient and every emperor’s source.

We are shaping magic to fit.

There were no numbers, just a few essential words.

It might as well have been a spa, or a retreat.

Perhaps it was. It was at the end of the long blossom-covered driveway.

Uniformed attendants opened the main doors slowly, but did not ask for names. They just knew.

We were shown to beautifully wallpapered rooms. Velvet and gold leaf, executed with the delicacy of a spider’s web.

We pondered, “what should we weave”.